"What we told the Doctor is true, if he chose
not to believe it.....well
we can't help that." Bev replied.

The Watson's ghosts had told Bev, Felecia, and
Sidney, they had been murdered. By whom they
were not quite sure, for some reason they
didn't want to tell them or diidn't know.

Bev and Felecia's mom sold the house and they
moved before they could find out. She was
concerned that the girls were getting obsessed
with the idea of the Watson's ghosts. Before
she died she had asked Sidney to promise to
help the girls.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jeff, was looking at the beach house with
binoculars from the top of the dunes. "Those
same girls!" he muttered. "What are they doing
back here, they must know something."

Jeff was the Watson's youngest son. When they
had passed away, he was still in jail. Not very
many people even knew the Watson's had a son
named Jeff. They never spoke of him, he was the
black sheep of the family. In and out of jail
most of his teens, and almost all his adult
life. He was the reason they stayed secluded in
the beach house even in winter.

"I've got to get my stuff I have stashed in
that darn beachouse."

"They just might have to meet the same fate as
my parents." he said with a laugh...........

Chapter by Becky

Chapter
Nine

he said with a laugh………

Closing the cover,

I slid the Galley proof across the table,
watching it slide a long way, wondering how we
ever got an immense table like this in the
building. My God, you could land an airplane on
it! One thing about Harry, Tom, Mayen and
Luckylady Social Books, INC., they had MONEY,
to burn.

"Sheila, would you be kind enough to see to it,
everyone has the fresh galleys all around"

Glancing around the table, watching my
assistant Von, pass out the projected sales and
updated finished goods delivery date, I knew
this was going to be a big time best seller,
for a children's book. Maybe not a Harry Potter
equal, but close to it! But I pondered, how Von
could continue to wear the same black on red
bowtie, everyday with a different suit, was
beyond me. But a better assistant, there was
none.

"Ok, Michael, Becky, what about the cover? The
Dragon cover, or the cabin cover?" Michael was
just the genius, for putting the fantasy face,
on a jacket and making it fit the story. He
should! He spends all day reading comic books,
when he thinks no one is paying him attention.
And Becky, my God that woman can talk Dungeons
and Dragons all day long. You need a hearing
aid just to turn the decibels down! But Becky's
skill with a paintbrush was just this side of
Renoir. Michael blurts out "I can make it work
in a circle with bright reds and still have the
title overlay"

"That's ridiculous Mikey, you'll scare the
shorts, right off the kids!" replies Becky!

"Lets relax people. Give me a proof of both and
we will all vote on it" Having a children's
book that already has 600,000 preorders has us
all a little shaky.

"Cher, did you happen to ask Nelson where he
was taking this story?" Cher was the best
liaison to the author we had. The fact that
Nelson was single and lonely and Cher has
skirts so tight, she looked like saran wrapped
rump roast, didn't hurt either!

"I asked him Marlene, he said we would just
have to wait and see"

"OK, then lets get Sue on the telly with the
Jacket Writers and work up 4 or 5 samples we
can run with, once he sends the finished
galleys. Do we have his latest pictures Penny?"
Penny is the kind of researcher you can count
on to be ahead of the curve.

"Yes Marlene, they are right in front of you,
in the Authors Folder"

"Ah yes, I have them now. Seems to me this
handsome young man should be attached, don't
you think ladies? I mean rich, good looking,
single, what else is there?"

"Well there is the stuttering and the
twitching" says Cher, a giggle slipping from
between her lips.

After a loud knocking on the conference door,
Ayla steps in and says "UPS just delivered the
latest galleys Marlene. I though you would want
them right away!"

"Yes, Thank you Ayla, pass them around and call
Nelson and thank him for being so timely"

I grasped the newest galley, wiping my hand
across my upper lip, thinking I have lost all
my lipstick by now, I started reading right
where Jeff was laughing………